Whom did you sing to?

Your dwindling song hangs in faded tunes
consoling your callused heart, a forlorn soul
Whom did you sing to all your waking moments?

When in your long, silky mane his face found paradise
When on your bosom he carved his undying love
You sang – your words walked down the aisle, your tune held your train

When on your lips he wrote poetry
When your every blink denied him bliss
You sang – your words a bright light, your tune wiped away shadows

When love was a shade you could no longer elicit
When you persisted and bled to paint the perfect sunset
You sang – your words a salve, your tune relived your past

When you questioned the mirror and counted time on your face
When your reflection was real, you felt imaginary
You sang – your words an angry submission, your tune perfunctory

When you woke up and wiped away tears your dreams wept
When your sorrows rose above the horizon and shone on you alone
You sang – your words silent tears, your tune lost in the mist